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alwaysthequietones · 1 month
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You're the brave man? I am. But maybe you can call me dad.
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taiturner · 1 month
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THE ONES WHO LIVE ◆ 1x04 "What We"
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riickgrimes · 2 months
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This is a pretty bold move, but you said you believed in me. So, if you want this bench for yourself, I can take this large pizza past the big, blue building, and eat it alone at my miserable desk at my miserable job.
I do believe in you...And I do like pizza.
THE WALKING DEAD: THE ONES WHO LIVE 1.01 - "Years"
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lousolversons · 2 months
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The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live Season 1, Episode 3: Bye
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coolpartytimefan · 2 months
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Richonne in episode 1.2 (Gone)
'I'm....I'm not ....I'm not...with them. They're coming... more..they're coming. Say you have another name, that you came out of the forest and you saw the solders being attacked. You...., you were part of a community that fell years ago...some ...some place small.'
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clonecaptains · 30 days
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The Walking Dead 5x10 // The Ones Who Live
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riseuprichonne · 2 months
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RICK MOANING?! LOUD AND GREEDY JUST FOR A KISS?! HE’S SUCH A SLUT FOR HIS WIFE!!!
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kelthebarb · 1 year
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the dark
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pairings - carl grimes x fem!reader
genre - fluffy smut, slight angst in the beginning
warnings - p in v penetration, use of pet names ??(baby, mama, love, pretty girl), dirty talk, praise, carl’s a bit ooc, kissing, cussing, CARL & READER ARE 19!! (during the 6 year timeskip, if carl was still alive)
request: anon - ik you haven’t done any fanfics but can you do a carl grimes x reader? smutty ofc 😏😏 but the reader is laying in bed in the dark and carl comes through the window and then they fuck cus yk straight to the point 🤭. but he calls her “mama” bc ahhhh carl saying mama is my new hyperfixation 😁 anyways-
a/n: OOOH LORD, stop it y’all makin me act uppp 😭😭 anyway absolutely, carl calling you mama? BRO.
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y/n laid on her bed, only half asleep. she hadn’t been able to completely shut her eyes since the bridge blew up with rick on it. she had stood there, right in front of carl to stop him from running towards it. she felt terrible, she herself was crying. watching carl break down and almost beg her to let him help his dad, to go save him from the flaming pit of walkers. even if it had been a few months, and carl had seemed to get a little better, she still lied awake at night, his face and the way he clung on to her while crying later that evening haunting her.
a few taps on her window were enough to startle her out of her train of thought. she jumped up and turned her head. somewhat hiding in the bushes, she recognized the silhouette of a sheriff’s hat and long hair that fell to the man’s shoulders. she scoffed and walked over to the window, opening it and taking the hat off his head.
“carl, what’re you doing? it’s late as hell,” she asked, crouching to meet his eye.
“couldn’t sleep. can i come in? i don’t wanna look like a creep, staring at a girl through her bedroom window,” carl said.
“isn’t that what you were just doing?”
“not necessarily.”
y/n chuckled and opened her window up as far as it would go, making there enough room for carl to slip through.
“quiet! i live with people! you’re gonna wake them up, dingus!” y/n whisper-shouted at the boy, who had just almost fallen straight to the floor.
“sorry,” carl grimaced. once he was through the window, he took his hat off of y/n’s head and kissed her lips.
“you sure you couldn’t sleep? or did you just wanna see me?” she asked, resting her hands on his midsection.
he pretended to think for a second, “both.”
he leaned down a bit too kiss her again, one hand on her hip and the other cupping her jaw. the kiss became heated, y/n standing on her toes to get closer to carl. the two started stumbling to her bed, almost tripping over themselves as carl laid her down on her back. he continued to kiss her lips, then moving down her jaw to her neck. he littered it with little purple marks - they’d definitely be noticeable in the morning.
she quietly hummed at his actions, entangling her hands in his hair. carl stopped for a second, lifting his head to admire his work. he chuckled, going back up and kissing y/n’s forehead.
“i love you,” he said, resting his head on hers.
“i love you, you little tease,” y/n giggled, smacking his arm playfully.
“is that so?”
“mm-hm,” y/n hummed with a smile on her face.
“well,” carl got close to her ear, “say the word and i’ll stop teasing.”
y/n’s breath hitched. she clenched her thighs together, trying to get any kind of friction. she looked up at carl with big eyes and whispered, “please.”
carl smiled, dipping his head to kiss her again. he undid the buttons on his flannel, tossing it to the floor next to the bed. y/n slipped off her shirt as quickly as she could. carl tugged at the waistband of her sweatpants, sliding them down her legs. he leaned up over her, unbuttoning his pants with his right hand and his left on the pillow right above y/n’s head for support.
his jeans were soon on the floor along with the rest of their clothes. carl could tell that y/n was getting impatient; she was rubbing her thighs together desperately.
“hey, baby, only a little longer,” he said, spreading her legs apart. “just take off your bra for me, yeah?”
y/n nodded, lifting her back a bit to unclasp it. she threw it to an unknown spot, not even caring where it went.
carl chuckled, “eager, aren’t you, mama? you want me inside you? want me to fuck you dumb?”
y/n whined in response, becoming a bit annoyed at carl’s lack of initiative at the moment. carl smirked and tilted his head to press more kisses to her neck. she moaned softly, practically begging him to stop it and just fuck her.
“didn’t you say no more teasing?” y/n asked, pouting. he kissed her lips, biting them a little so she opened her mouth with a gasp. he shoved his tongue over hers, lapping at it with desperation.
he pulled away, breathing heavily. “sorry baby, you just look so cute when you’re needy.”
he pulled down his boxers, letting his cock spring out. y/n had seen it a few times before, but it never failed to surprise her.
“lift your hips for me, love?” carl asked, tapping the side of her hips as she elevated them. “there we go, that’s my girl.”
carl slid himself in, her slick making it easy to do so. he groaned loudly as she clenched around him, hiding his face in the crook of her neck to shut himself up. he panted loudly in her ear, kissing her cheek while waiting for her to adjust.
“you okay, mama? can i move now?” he asked.
“yeah, please,” she breathed. carl started off slow, going deep and drawing long moans from y/n.
“you gotta be quiet baby, we don’t wanna get caught,” carl whispered. he went a little faster, making y/n dig her nails into his back. carl lifted his head to look at her, enjoying the way her face scrunched up with each thrust.
she noticed him looking and immediately turned red, she lifted her hand to cover her face, but carl moved it.
“nuh uh pretty girl, i wanna see you,” he said, connecting his lips with hers again. he shoved his tongue back into her mouth, swallowing her noises. his cock twitched when her hands went up his back to tug on his hair. he reached his hand down and started rubbing her clit.
y/n was close, she could feel it, but carl’s mouth felt too good on hers that she couldn’t form a coherent sentence. she came without warning, surprising carl entirely.
“yeah? only made you cum once and you’re already fucked out, baby,” he said, thrusting harder. he got louder as his climax neared.
“i’m- fuck, i’m gonna cum,” he whimpered with his forehead against hers.
“inside! d-do it inside, please,” y/n gasped as he hit her sweet spot over again. she felt him spill his cum inside of her, groaning as he pulled out.
“c’mon love, let’s go shower.”
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Guess who’s back, back again?!
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alwaysthequietones · 2 months
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taiturner · 1 month
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Morning, lovebirds.
The Walking Dead, 6x10 "The Next World" TWD: The Ones Who Live, 1x05 "Become"
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riickgrimes · 1 month
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TWD 3.06 // TOWL 1.05
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babyyblues · 1 year
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just some short and sweet pregnant!reader x daryl dixon (about 900 words)
please feel free to leave me feedback and show your support by reblogging!
warnings: pregnancy, mention of Lori, super sweet soft daryl and protective daryl
era: prison (season 3 episode 4 spoilers!!!!) (set specifically after woodbury joins the prison.)
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After watching Carl and Rick grieve after the loss of Lori when she gave birth to the youngest Grimes, you and Daryl swore you would be more careful when participating in intimate activities. It hadn’t ever been an issue with you two, and a baby was something you’d thought you never have to worry about. But as they say, one thing led to another, and here you are three months out from your last period, and two undoubtedly expired, yet strongly positive pregnancy tests tucked inside of Daryl’s pillowcase. 
You and Daryl were anxious of course, yet elated at the thought of not only another little one running around the prison, but for them to be yours. Nights upon nights you and Daryl have stayed up far too long discussing baby names, having playful debates over whether it’ll be a boy or a girl, and secret words of love and admiration that fell through the two of your lips. You hadn’t yet told anyone, wanting it to be for just you and come out when you were ready, unlike the choice Lori had, but you had a feeling that your group had started to figure you out. 
Maybe it was the way Daryl would give you his portion of dinner which led into a quiet argument about who needed it more. “Y’re eatin for two.” “And you need energy to keep the two of us safe.” Carol began giving you a bit more than everyone else, and that’s when you were sure she knew. 
Or it could of been the way he was overly protective of you anytime Rick wanted you to go on a run or do anything for that matter. “Y/n will you go-” “Go where? I’ll do it.” “Daryl I’ve got it, I’ll be okay.” “No. Ya ain’t goin’. That’s final.” Rick instead began asking you to tend to the garden, so he might have had a suspicion as well. 
It could have also been the way Daryl’s eyes watched you as you helped with Judith, the overwhelming love and longing in his eyes as you cradled the baby and sang to her softly as Beth watched from the sidelines. “You’re droolin more than the baby Daryl.” “Shut up.” Yeah, Beth definitely had an idea. 
“I think we’re gonna have to tell everyone soon,” you told Daryl, as you slipped your night shirt over your head, turning back around to see his eyes already on you. 
“If you’re ready,” he agreed. 
“When you look at me like that, the whole world knows,” you said, making your way toward him to wrap your arms around his neck. His hands instinctively found your waist, looking down toward your stomach. 
“Can’t help it, you’ve got a little bump too,” he breathed, a smile spreading on his lips. You smiled back, bringing your lips to his before flicking off the lamp and leading him to your makeshift mattress on the floor.
Soft whispers floated in the air, Daryl’s hand resting gently on your stomach, your hand lost in the growing locks that sat at the base of his neck. Your eyes closed as you took a deep breath, reveling in the smell of him that surrounded you.
“Ya alright?” Daryl questioned, his fingers that had found there way under your shirt rubbing small unidentifyable shapes over the tiny bump on your stomach. You nodded, blinking slowly before looking up at his concerned gaze, a sleepy smirk on your lips. 
“More than,” you muttered, scooting over on the mattress so you were impossibly close to him. Digging your head into his chest, he let out a breathy chuckle as he repositioned his arms around you and the leg you had throw over his body, before placing a sweet kiss to your head. He felt the vibrations of your voice against his chest as you spoke but he rolled his eyes as he didn’t catch a single word you were saying. 
“Ya know I can’t hear ya when you do this,” he teased, moving back slightly so your face was exposed. He didn’t miss the whine that left your lips as your contact separated and you looked up at him with a pout.
“Whatcha poutin’ for girl?” he asked, placing his hand on the side of your face. 
“Was jus’ telling you I love you, didn’t mean I wanted you to go away.” 
“ ‘M still right here sunshine, now come on, ya need sleep.” Before you could disagree, a yawn ripped from your throat, a light chuckle following from both you and the man in front of you. You nodded, pushing yourself up from the mattress to reach his lips and kiss him tenderly. 
“Goodnight Dar,” you smiled before rubbing your tummy, “goodnight little guy.”
“Gonna be a girl,” he grumbled. 
“Keep dreamin’ Dixon, ‘s mother’s intuition. We can always have another.” Daryl laughed again a light shake of his head. 
“Let’s get through this one first, goodnight girls. Love ya both.” You rolled your eyes, kissing him once more before laying back down instantly falling asleep in the comfort of his arms. 
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mcbride · 8 months
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THE WALKING DEAD 11.24 "Rest in Peace" // DARYL DIXON 1.01 "L'ame Perdue"
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siancore · 2 months
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The dream sequence from 1.01 was astounding on so many levels. The sweet cuteness that we’ve all craved. Charming Rick. Beautiful Michonne. I loved it all. I especially enjoyed the part where Michonne said, “I believe in you.” It was a nice way to weave this thread that has been at the core of their first meeting right up to them being warrior lovers: Believing in someone and needing to be believed in.
All Michonne ever did was show Rick that she believed in him. Even before they had met. She had heard Andrea talk about the group at the Prison and the crazy asshole who was leading them; who was protecting them. Michonne understood crazy. She also understood that you did whatever it took to protect the ones that you love. She understood why Rick did not trust her from their first meeting and she respected that. She believed in him, in the notion of someone like him when she showed up at that fence.
When Rick took Michonne on the run to his hometown with Carl, she showed him that she believed in him again. It wasn’t just about ‘common interests’. When he asked, “Do you have a problem with that approach?” And Michonne replied, “No, Rick. I don’t have a problem.”
He was kind of shocked because for the longest time, his people’s faith and belief in him had been shaken and fractured. They questioned every single decision he had made to help keep them alive. They found problems with his ‘approach’ at every turn. But Michonne, she understood Rick. She understood what it took to do the things that he had done to protect the ones he loved. She believed in him.
When they were separated out on the road after the Prison had fallen, Michonne reverted to old ways of protecting herself. Walking with the dead; not being around others because that’s when you truly get hurt. The hurt of losing those you care about is pain far greater than anything anyone, alive or dead, could inflict on you. But Rick and Carl had brought her back from that once before. She believed and trusted that they could do it again. That is when she found them. That is when she truly chose them.
When they reached Alexandria, and Rick was spiralling out of control, Michonne telling him that she was still with him was her, once again, believing in him. Her letting him keep his gun was her believing in him. Believing that he would do the right thing to ensure their protection and survival. Took him a little while, but he found his way.
And that’s the crux of their relationship: Michonne’s belief in Rick to do what is needed to get shit done, and Rick needing her to believe in him so that he can find his way. I cannot wait to see what other aspects of their friendship and love are weaved through the narrative of them finding one another, again, and getting home to their family. I believe in them.
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d1xonscult · 1 year
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Daryl Dixon x female reader
The group is out scavenging in an abandoned school
Glenn : “Has anyone seen Y/N and Dar-“
*opens the door to a classroom*
Daryl pulls his pants up, standing in between Y/N legs as he tries to cover her as good as possible.
Daryl: “would ya mind-“
Glenn, closes the door. *yells very loud* “THEYRE NOT IN HERE”
Maggie, right behind him,laughing : “are they?-“
Glenn, eyes wide open “yes.”
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